“Auspex. Report,” he said calmly, but the conviction behind his voice spoke of a hidden fear, a resignation to what seemed like an inevitable conclusion. This was another trap, and soon the Legion of the Thousand Sons would appear from the mysterious warp storms that often enveloped the planet now.

"We are reading special distortions. I think I can identify. . . a large number of targets. Dozens, perhaps hundreds from the North and East,” reported his guard.